MARGARET POV
The next day.I was discharged and driven to the mansion by Aaron.As Phoebe assisted me in walking inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease with Aaron walking beside me.
I didn't want him to carry me after everything he had done.
He had drugged me and worst,aligned himself with those disgusting people. I felt a deep sense of hurt and disappointment, like a heavy weight was crushing my heart.
I could have even swore that Aaron will never be like those disgusting people.How can I fight against them and him at the same time?.I am deeply disappointed.
As we approached the staircase, Aaron reached out to support me, but I recoiled at his touch.
I looked at his hand on my arm,"Let go of me, Aaron," I said weakly, trying to hide the tremble in my voice. I didn't want his help, didn't want him near me. But my body betrayed me, feeling weak and vulnerable.
